A heart-shaped rock. It fits so perfectly in my palm. All the jagged edges smoothed by time and water. It feels like forgiveness, but not the kind you give, the kind you receive, from the world itself, for all the ways you haven't been what you thought you should be, for all the sharp corners you couldn't file down, that maybe, just maybe, all that brokenness was part of the making, too and not the end of it. Like Honey finding the sun spot and just... melting into it. I almost missed seeing it. the quiet way the world offers grace, if you pay attention to how light falls.